Some Kind of Ghost

Tied to the crossroads you lay
Sweet lord I’m coming home to stay
Sworn to the last turn you thrown
Sweet lord I’m coming home for good
Home
Sweet lord I’m coming
Home
When I gonna get to go
The sweetest of souls get their fill
If you’re telling me their blessed lord
Your nothing but a chill
Pain they say every names got a page
Sweet lord it’s written on every face
Home
When we gonna get to go
Home
Sweet lord we’re coming home
Don’t it feel like some kind of ghost
Don’t he feel like some kind of ghost
Sweet lord were coming home
Sweet lord were coming home
Sweet lord were home